Alessa sat in front of a console in her lab of the Antarctica, while sipping a bottle of beer, once received from a friendly trader. She analyzed an unusual audio-wave recorded a day earlier and massaged her temples thoughful. Startled from the communication signal behind her, she wearily turned around and opened the transmission decorated with the banner of the Ingenuus Research Group.
After Alessa had finished reading, she opened the response window.
Hello Finn, thank you for the invitation. I will depart in a few minutes.
While uploading the coordinates to the Ataraxia, Alessa moved back to the audio-console, saved the log and drained the bottle of beer with a deep mouthful. Grabbing a bag she moved towards her private vessel.